Stupid Cunt

Stupid Cunt desperately needed a helmet that they would occasionally watch for 10 minutes every morning. It is a fairly extraordinary operation, to everybody you know, but not to the Cunt, who had decided that this idea was magnificent. Bizarrely, a helmet of all things.

Stupid Cunt often carried a sack of potatoes that they would drop. This is certainly a fairly original operation, to me and my children, but not to the Cunt, who assumed that the idea was simply life. You wouldnt have imagined, a sack of potatoes was the thing that was selected.

Stupid Cunt often carried a helmet that they would occasionally try to nail to the wall. One might say this is a fairly surprising approach to life, to me and my husband, but not to the Cunt, who felt that it was in fact, sublime. You wouldnt have thought, a helmet would be the item that was selected.

Stupid Cunt always carried a rubber chicken that they liked to eat. This could be considered an exciting action, to everybody you know, but not to the Cunt, who expected that it was in fact, fun. Remarkably, a rubber chicken would be the chosen thing.

Stupid Cunt looked for a rubber johnny that they sometimes drop. One might consider this to be a fairly astonishing exercise, to most, but not to the Cunt, who had decided it would be sublime. You wouldnt have thought, a rubber johnny being the thing opted for.

Stupid Cunt desperately looked for a can of coke to rub on his belly. It is an unusual operation, to me and my children, but not to the Cunt, who had come to the conclusion it would be wonderful. You wouldnt have thought, a can of coke would be the item chosen.